Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, material wax, tactics
Black shit I master, traps that backwards
All access, passes without practice
Hit em, then shit on em and spit on em, and send faxes
Maximum amount (uh) not the
The oratal rock like Florida Seminole
Subliminal raps which make act bitch
Instrumental in creatin the most pinnacle rap
Got Toni Braxton women collapsin
My beats get feet to steppin like Fast Actin
X-Men conference like actin
Backslap wack rap to get a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this shit
Deejays collect tips from then hit the exit
at they show the front row, usually gettin
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall gon' win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You wanna get to my level but you hustle enough
Any attempts at touchin my stuff and I'm you up
I'm sick of weak shit winnin, nigga yo' ain't rockin
The good is a bitch, seem like everybody cop blockin
The is runnin out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any nigga beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, come to Los and ask for me

Deck}
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, naturally
Manually ya faculty
Veral assault and
Sparatically blast at the crowd and cause casualties
Street savy, blast me out the Navi'
Groupie chick wish she could me
XE in of me, hit like a daquiri
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya still latchkey

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc Raida on the and cut
Rob Swift you at son, the "What What"
make em - now we ready to go
Last but not least, eclipse (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see him? I don't
But whatever I play, you know that Skillz gon'
Shit we the feat, you can't bring us (what)
could crap if y'all was doin that shit with eight fingers
Come on black, we in the Hall of
Got ya picture in our crib on the of Shame
I expect emcees to murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and cuttin, you wish you was in surgery
You see the X?
Here's some on-offs nigga take yo' ass back to doin
You're better off if somebody ya
And change ya name to DJ

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. forever win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

vocal dog barking*